Capital of Slaughter: A Hundred Victories

The arena was a constant crescendo of intensity.

As thunderous roars erupted from the packed spectator stands, a magnificent voice suddenly boomed from the heavens above:

"Silence!"

The voice was not loud, yet it seemed to carry a certain magic, clearly resonating within everyone's mind.

It brought the entire crowd to a complete hush.

In the preparation area, Lin Chuan opened his eyes, his cold, sharp gaze fixed solemnly on the source of the voice.

High above the dome of the Hell Slaughter Arena.

The swirling red mist was dissipating bit by bit, revealing a majestic figure clad in armor.

With blood-red hair flowing and strange patterns crawling across his handsome, middle-aged face, he bore scarlet horns on his forehead and massive bat wings sprouting from his back.

"King of Slaughter."

The name surfaced in Lin Chuan's mind.

His expression grew even more serious.

The King of Slaughter appearing in person was a rare sight.

And to appear before he had even completed his hundredth victory—wasn't that strange?

Giratina let out a disdainful snort:

"I thought it was some powerful entity, but it turns out to be nothing more than a paper tiger bluffing with borrowed power."

A Limit Douluo tainted by the aura of a God King.

Lin Chuan did not reply, remaining silent where he stood.

The King of Slaughter's declaration still echoed in his ears.

"In the millennium of the Hell Slaughter Arena, those who have completed their battles can be counted on one hand. This King has once again witnessed a shining lone star."

"Jade-Faced Yama, perform your final dance."

The King of Slaughter's raspy, bone-chilling voice resonated in his ears.

His gaze flickered, seemingly glancing toward a corner of the spectator stands.

Yet, no one else noticed.

As soon as his words fell, a new wave of tsunami-like cheers erupted within the arena.

Prompted by the token in his robes, Lin Chuan found himself the focus of the King of Slaughter.

As their eyes met, the other party showed no signs of hostility, but rather a hint of curiosity and appreciation.

This left Lin Chuan feeling quite strange; what exactly was the man planning?

Then, with a mere wave of his hand, the King of Slaughter sent him into the arena, along with nine others.

There were men and women, all exuding violent auras, each at least at the Spirit Emperor level.

This was a slaughter match; there were no rules.

The battle would continue until only one person remained alive.

Ten enter, one leaves—a nine-in-ten chance of death.

Setting aside the earlier sense of unease, Lin Chuan wasted no time, stomping his right foot against the ground.

A dark aura surged from within his body, spreading outward as he activated his domain first.

This was his final battle; there was no need to hold anything back, and underestimating his opponents would be irresponsible to himself.

Moreover, with five powerhouses above the Spirit Saint level in the arena, if they teamed up against him, activating his domain later would lose the element of surprise.

Sensing that the alluring woman to his right had a weak, trembling soul and the least resistance, Lin Chuan bent his knees slightly and shot forward like a cannonball.

Arriving before her, he used his momentum to deliver a brutal kick to her knee.

"Crack!"

Agony swept through her body; the woman's expression twisted, her eyes filled with hatred as her soul struggled violently.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain.

Having lost control of her physical body, she couldn't even let out a scream.

Lin Chuan's combat experience was seasoned; a steel dagger slid from his sleeve, and he slit her throat in one motion!

With the aid of the Inversion Domain, he had killed a Spirit Emperor first, leaving the entire arena in silence.

"Damn it, this brat is cunning! Let's work together to kill him first!"

One of the burly men was the first to adapt to the strangeness of the domain; having shaken off the sensation, he shouted to those around him.

He was the strongest in the arena, a Spirit Douluo.

With a roar, the phantom of a massive, sturdy bear manifested behind him.

He completed Martial Soul Possession, bolstering his physique.

Seeing him take the lead, the others who had shaken off their discomfort also summoned their Martial Souls.

They swarmed toward Lin Chuan from all directions.

The figures of these men were reflected in the eyes of the besieged Lin Chuan, yet it was as if the situation was not as they perceived; rather, it was the eight of them who were trapped and marked for death in his gaze.

Under the curious and tense watch of everyone present, the eight experts launched their attacks from every corner.

They ensured he had no possible way to escape and would die under this siege.

However, Lin Chuan stood firmly in place.

With a wave of his right hand, a figure that grew rapidly in size slammed violently into one of them.

Giratina appeared on the field.

Its towering body radiated a constant, powerful pressure, its cool exterior wreathed in purple-black energy.

Under the intrigued gaze of the King of Slaughter, a terrifying, wicked wind suddenly whipped up around Giratina, as if laden with blades, slicing into the souls of those nearby again and again.

With Giratina present, Lin Chuan shared its trait:

Telepathy.

Utilizing this ability, he successfully dodged the attacks from the burly man and another sinister-looking man.

"Oh?"

The King of Slaughter became even more curious.

In the Capital of Slaughter, everyone except the envoy and himself was unable to use soul skills.

Yet Giratina had just unleashed a skill.

If it wasn't a soul skill, could it be a Self-Created Soul Skill?

But how was this Martial Soul itself being used?

It wasn't just the King of Slaughter and the spectators who were curious about this.

Even the beautiful woman in the shadowed corner, with her graceful figure and noble temperament, felt the same.

Seeing the strange strike Lin Chuan unleashed, it seemed similar to someone's flatulence skill.

Her right hand, gripping her scepter, tightened once more; she pressed her red lips together, her eyes fixed on Lin Chuan, hiding emotions that were impossible to read.

The battle inside continued, and with Giratina's participation, the eight men struggled to put up a fight.

Someone was injured in every exchange.

Watching the group's morale plummet, Lin Chuan sighed faintly.

This group lacked the ability to force him into a desperate struggle; he didn't even need to reveal his primary trump cards.

This had lost the purpose of the final training he had intended; perhaps he was simply here to farm some data.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Chuan charged out again.

Relying solely on his physical strength, the moment he collided with a Soul Emperor in a clash of fists, the opponent was sent flying backward instantly.

At the same time, Giratina received the message Lin Chuan sent from the bottom of his heart.

It leaped into mid-air, its massive wings wrapping around itself like a cocoon, erupting with blinding energy.

The burly man's expression turned ugly, and he roared, commanding the others to continue their joint assault.

They intended to rely on a strategy of trading injury for injury to wear the opponent down.

However, just as they were about to land a heavy blow on Lin Chuan, they were blocked by a barrier, leaving their arms numb from the recoil instead.

After a few more rounds, the men finally realized how shameless this barrier protection was.

Of the original eight, only five injured men remained.

The burly man panted heavily, having realized something was wrong.

He looked up at Giratina, which was wrapped in a cocoon in the air, and shouted:

"That centipede! The reason is that centipede; we have to attack that centipede!"

"Take down that centipede first, otherwise the barrier on this kid will stay up, and we'll always be at a disadvantage!"

The sinister man, his eyes like those of a venomous snake, looked up at Giratina, which was shielding itself with its wings, and gripped his Martial Soul blade with his right hand once more.

The burly man and the other three coordinated to entangle Lin Chuan.

Seizing the opportunity, the sinister man gritted his teeth and slashed his blade toward Giratina.

"Clang...!"

A crisp sound rang out as the blade struck the barrier, mirroring the situation with Lin Chuan.

The surface of the barrier merely rippled slightly.

There wasn't a single crack, and it quickly returned to its original state.

The others felt an inexplicable panic rise in their hearts at the sight.

Fear coiled deep within them, as if they had already glimpsed the final outcome.

Standing before them was no mere talented youth, but a God of Slaughter with ninety-nine consecutive victories!

"D-damn it..."

In the instant the burly man felt regret, the scene before him plunged into darkness.

It was no longer the scene of him and the others continuing to surround and kill Lin Chuan.

Those beside him were being slaughtered one by one.

He was kneeling on the ground in a wretched state, wailing miserably, his body covered in wounds.

"..."

He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.

Lin Chuan's slender right hand had already been thrust into the burly man's eye sockets.

He gripped the bridge of the man's nose, using it to seize his head.

Surging dark purple energy enveloped the man's body, devouring his soul and refining it into wisps of pure energy to feed back into himself.